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Gae somewhere else, and seek your dinner
On some poor body.

Swith! in some beggar's hauffet squattle;

There ye may creep and sprawl and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred jumping cattle,

In shoals and nations,

Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there! ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye 've got on it,

The vera tapmost, tow'ring height

O' Miss's bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as onie grozet;
O for some rank, mercurial rozet
Or fell red smeddum!

I'd gie ye sic a hearty dose o't

Wad dress your droddum!

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I wad na been surprised to spy

You on an auld wife's flainen toy,

Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,

On's wyliecoat;

But Miss's fine Lunardi-fie!

How daur ye do 't!

O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursèd speed

The blastie's makin!

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Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread,

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Are notice takin!

O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion;

What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!

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EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK

I am nae poet, in a sense,

But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence;

Yet what the matter?

Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,
I jingle at her.

Your critic-folk may cock their nose,
And say, "How can you e'er propose,
You wha ken hardly verse frae prose,

To mak a sang?"

But, by your leaves, my learned foes,
Ye're maybe wrang.

What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns an' stools?
If honest Nature made you fools,

What sairs your grammars?
Ye'd better taen up spades and shools
Or knappin-hammers.

A set o' dull, conceited hashes

Confuse their brains in college classes;
They gang in stirks, and come out asses,
Plain truth to speak;

An' syne they think to climb Parnassus
By dint o' Greek!

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,
That's a' the learning I desire;

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All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,
Where once, beneath a monarch's feet,
Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs.
From marking wildly scatt'red flow'rs,
As on the banks of Ayr I strayed,
And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,
I shelter in thy honoured shade.
Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,
As busy Trade his labours plies;
There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendour rise;
Here Justice, from her native skies,

High wields her balance and her rod;
There Learning, with his eagle eyes,
Seeks Science in her coy abode.

Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,

With open arms the stranger hail;
Their views enlarged, their lib'ral mind,
Above the narrow, rural vale;
Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,

Or modest Merit's silent claim:
And never may their sources fail!

And never Envy blot their name!

Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptured thrill of joy!
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heav'n's beauties on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,

And own His work indeed divine!

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There, watching high the least alarms,
Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar
Like some bold vet'ran, grey in arms,

And marked with many a seamy scar:
The pond'rous wall and massy bar,
Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock,
Have oft withstood assailing war,

And oft repelled th' invader's shock.

With awe-struck thought and pitying tears,
I view that noble, stately dome
Where Scotia's kings of other years,

Famed heroes, had their royal home:
Alas, how changed the times to come!
Their royal name low in the dust!

Their hapless race wild-wand'ring roam!

Tho' rigid Law cries out, "'T was just!"

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Wild beats my heart to trace your steps,
Whose ancestors, in days of yore,

Thro' hostile ranks and ruined gaps
Old Scotia's bloody lion bore:

Ev'n I, who sing in rustic lore,

Haply my sires have left their shed,
And faced grim Danger's loudest roar,
Bold-following where your fathers led!

Edina, Scotia's darling seat!

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,
Where once, beneath a monarch's feet,
Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs.
From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs,
As on the banks of Ayr I strayed,
And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,
I shelter in thy honoured shade.

GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O

CHORUS.-Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses, O!

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There's naught but care on ev'ry han'.
In every hour that passes, ();
What signifies the life o' man

An' 't were na for the lasses, O?

The war'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;

An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce ye sneer at this,

Ye're naught but senseless asses, 0:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;

Her prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

OF A' THE AIRTS

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best:

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,

And monie a hill between;

But day and night my fancy's flight

Is ever wi' my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair;

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I hear her in the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air:

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